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ME AGAIN!!! WITH A SAL X READER REQUEST (again) THIS TIME AIDJSJDH. a porn one at that !!!!

i need sal so bad its an actual problem

just like. imagine reader n the gang r havin a little sleepover. and reader is just so inconsolably turned on for some reason (maybe sal had his hand on their thigh when they watched a movie or smthin), so when everyone is asleep they asks sal to help them out :,,,) (his fingers r just so long n pretty,, they cant help but want them lol)

mayb he has to keep them quiet somehow, mayb covers their mouth/puts his fingers in their mouth to muffle them

hes so shy and nervous and awkward but he’s having the time of his life, watching the reader’s reactions. mayb he cant help but get himself off too, too enraptured by the way reader struggles to gasp and whine against his fingers

GOD DAMN.

would love if u wrote this mootie 🫶🏼🫶🏼 no pressure ofc ofc ofc !! (fem bodied reader pls if u dont mind <3!)

(i might write this too, i love my mind sometimes 🙏)

hey mootie!! Im giving you the fast pass because all the jjk stuff you repost got me into the series and I’m loving it, also cus you’re AMAZING! All characters are aged 20+ because this is based in chapter five of course, please do enjoy! :) (and for everyone waiting for their Hazbin requests to be filled - IT IS COMING! I am a busy woman.)

Needy - Sal Fisher X Fem!Reader

words : 2k, warnings : SPICAYYYY!!, creampie, fingering, slightly public, needy!sal AND needy!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys, c’mon), hold the moan trope

The entire gang had been having more sleepovers ever since Sal and Todd had found the new house. Larry was moving in so it was just the normal next step, and you loved coming over so much. More specifically to spend time with your boyfriend, but also just to feel like old times again. Even Ash came from the city every once and a while, and this was one of those days.

Since it was Larry’s last day living in the Apartments, you had all agreed to made the most out of that small basement apartment you had spent so much of your awkward teen years in. You had been doing all the same shit you used to all day - smoking in the treehouse, playing card games for hours.

You and Sal huddled up around his old gamebuddy, playing the games Larry had kept long forgotten in the corners of his room, Larry and Ash painting on a shared canvas, chatting about life while Larry’s old metal mixtapes blasted in the background, and Todd and Neil cuddled up on the beanbag in the corner, occasionally joining in their conversation, but mostly just cuddled up and enjoying each others company. All of this was wonderful, nostalgic - even healing.

That was all up until Sal quietly suggested you all watched an old horror movie, and you were all huddled together in the dark, you with Sal leaning on your shoulder on your right, and Ash on your left, giggling and nudging you like old times. Larry laid out casually on the floor in front of you all because of how shit his eyes were from years of refusing glasses. Which should’ve been fine.

In fact - it was fine. Until Sal decided it would be a wonderful idea to put his hand on your thigh. Your bare thigh, just below where your miniskirt started. And even that - even that, you could’ve survived with some unwanted heat in your panties. But no, the blue fucker jumped at one of the scenes, hand sliding up the inside of your thigh to accidentally drag your skirt up, his hand knocking against your warm core - hand rubbing up against your clothed clit as he pulled his hand away, and all you could do was pull your hand away from where it was sweetly brushing through Ashley’s hair like you used to do, straight to your face to hide the unbelievably needy whine you would’ve let out.

“you okay?” Ashley whispers softly, looking over to you and you just nod quickly, watching her go back to watching the movie before shooting Sal a venomous glance, which he avoids nervously, already feeling your stare of death shoot through the side of his head. You pierced your lips together, putting one leg over the other and squeezing your thighs firmly shut, Sal’s hand now comfortably resting much, much lower on your thigh. Practically on your calve, as he preferred not to die tonight.

But that’s when it started, the unwanted slick already gently collecting in your panties, your mind running through all the things you wanted to do to him - what you wanted him to do to you. God, your mind was like a dog in heat. You couldn’t even bear to focus on the movie, sitting there, cautiously eyeing up your dead silent boyfriend. His shirt ridden up his stomach just oh-so-slightly from the way he was slouched back, soft happy trail of blue peeking out from under his shirt. God, what you would do to pull those stupid red torn up jeans down - not even fully - and ride him until he was shooting blanks and sobbing under you.

That is how it went on for the rest of the movie. That is exactly how it went on when you all decided the sleeping plan. That is where your mind still was when you and Sal decided to take the pullout couch, Todd and Neil in Lisa’s old room, and Larry sleeping on his bed with Ashley on a cot on his floor. With the thinnest fucking walls known to man kind. You should know - you grew up with the same ones.

Sal yawned as he laid next to you, mask placed softly on the table right beside the couch, as well as his glass eye floating in a cup, looking at you nervously as he pulled the covers up over himself too, gently wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him from behind, expecting you to be asleep by now - you were a heavy sleeper, he was an insomniac. It worked out like that. Until he heard a soft, half-whine of a whisper come from you.

“S-sal..” you mumbled softly, pressing yourself back against him, causing him to let out a soft whine of his own, hand around your waist flinching ever so softly. “P-please baby, need you so bad..” you mumbled out softly, turning around to face him, seeing the needy tears in your eyes had him melting as well, piercing his lips together as he grips softly at your side.

“N-no, you know how thin these walls are - I’m sorry about earlier, but..” he says nervously as he watches you whine and writhe softly, pressing yourself up against him, one hand on his chest. That’s when you decide to make the move, grabbing his hand and moving to in-between your legs so he can feel how absolutely soaked through your panties are, causing him to experimentally run his fingers over them, biting down on his scarred lip so hard he’s concerned it might bleed. You can’t help a choked whine and a buck of your hips against his hand at that, looking up at him with those needy eyes. Fuck.

He doesn’t say a word as he puts two shaky fingers to your lips, and you wrap your mouth around them without question, twirling your tongue around them and sucking on them like your life depended on it, all while he shakily pulled you panties to the side, prodding his fingers at your soaked hole, a quiet ‘fuck.’ Escaping his mouth when he slides one in with ease, feeling the vibrations around his fingers as you whine. “G-gotta be quiet, please - we h have to be quiet..” he mumbles out messily as he feels his cock throb to life in his sleep shorts, smearing precum across his thigh when he feels your cunt clench needily around his fingers.

He lets out a sigh of relief when you quickly nod at him, squeezing your eyes shut as he slowly starts to curl his long fingers inside of you, the obscene squealing noise making him whimper softly, hips accidentally bucking softly against your thigh as his cock tries to find some sort of friction - daydreaming about how easily he could slip inside you right now with how wet you are - how you would feel around his cock, velvety walks clenching around him and providing him that oh so delicious friction he was searching for.

His thumb moves to gently circle your clit as you start to find a slow grinding rhythm against his hand, practically riding his fingers as he finds that delicious spongy spot on your walls and pushes his fingers up against it, causing your cunt to give another urgent and needy clench, more slick falling into his palm, making a mess as he tries his best not to whine himself.

The slippery sounds of friction, the feeling of your thigh twitching pressed up right against his own throbbing problem, or the way his fingertips are pressing up against the entrance to your throat, the way his other fingertips are pressed up against your velvety walls. It’s driving him beyond insane, to the point he’s thinking he might cum in his sleep shorts if it continues this way. And he didn’t bring an extra pair - and it would just be a waste if he didn’t cum inside of you - not while you were practically begging for it.

“B-baby.” He whines out, catching your attention for a second, tears of pleasure falling softly down your face as your hips still, whining against his hand from the way you stopped while being so close - it was beyond downright embarrassing how quickly you were about to cum, and you were honestly glad he stopped you. “C-can i please put it in? J-just the tip, please baby, ‘s so sensitive. Need you so bad.” He whines quietly and softly, pressing his hard on against your thigh to back up his own statement, whining softly again. “Just wann’ cum inside you, please…” he whispers, watching you nod eagerly.

Pulling his fingers out of you with an obscenely wet pop, pulling your soaked panties to the side and he lets out an erotic sigh pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he pulled his shorts down, cock slapping to attention against his abdomen, precum beading from the sensitive tip as he shakily pulled your hips up, grabbing the base of his cock and gently rubbing it against your entrance, and you could hear how wet you were when he moved his tip to part your drenched lips and drag through them, whining into the crook of your neck as you grabbed his shoulders, brain fuzzy with the way his hot tip felt rubbing against your clit, sticky with your own slick.

He bit down hard on your shoulder as his tip popped past the tight ring of muscles of your entrance, desperately rutting against you, trying not to whine or let slip how good it felt to be inside you - the way your hot, heady slick insides felt like they were trying to pull him in deeper. His hand cupped your mouth quickly, stopping you from making a sound as he gently pushed himself further inside you, feeling you grip tightly at his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as he broke his promise, pushing his cock inside of you, inch by desperate inch, trying not to slam his entire cock into you at once - which was unbelievably hard, considering how wet you were, and how desperate he was - his tip prodded at your cervix, making you jerk forward, groaning against the palm of his hand.

He rutted into you desperately, not daring to thrust properly, letting everyone else hear how wet and desperate you were, or even worse, how even needier he was for you, the head of his cock bumping against your sweet spot, the only sound in the air being the quiet sounds of your muffled whines, and the quiet rustling of sheets as he ground into you, abdomen rubbing against your clit as he did so, bringing you to the edge so much faster than you ever expected, cunt clenching around him, the sign that you were about to cum. He just nodded into the nape of your neck, hips refusing to stop.

“m-me too, fuck, me too, me too ‘m gonna cum, ‘s too tight, ‘s so warm.” He half whines, half whispers right into your neck as he detaches his teeth from your shoulder for a second, before hurriedly latching them back onto your neck as you feel his cock violently twitch inside you, whining desperately into his hand as you felt yourself start to cum, cunt clenching around him desperately, slick flooding from you and creating an obscene squelching between you two as you spasmed and arched under him.

He groaned into your neck as he quickly pulled his face from your neck, smashing his lips desperately against yours, muffling his own groans as he pushes himself as deep into you as he can go, cumming hot ropes into you as he stills, thighs twitching as he pulls his mouth from you, both of you panting and catching your breaths, feeling the warm liquid pool out of you and spill onto Sal’s abdomen as he lets out a small and raspy chuckle, still catching his breath.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”

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dabisbratz · 11 months

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𝐼𝒩 𝒯𝐼𝑀𝐸 (𝒜𝐿𝐿 𝐹𝐿𝒪𝒲𝐸𝑅𝒮 𝐹𝒜𝒞𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒮𝒰𝒩)— leon s. kennedy x male reader

w.c: ~5.2k

warning: pwp ( porn with plot ), jealousy, exes-to-lovers, oral, phone sex ( ? ), softdomtop!leon, subbottom!reader, re2r leon, dirtytalk, praise/degradation, spanking, fingering, amab reader, light feminization, riding, blowjobs, creampie, leon’s big but doesn’t know it, finger-sucking, finger-hooking, set after re2r n before re4r, krauser mentions, mentions of alcohol, throatpie, d/s dynamic, unprotected sex ( wear condoms! ), aftercare ! ♡

sonny says..: the urge to add a daddy kink to this was so. so very!! strong . had to stay focused.. this is already.. sovery.. self indulgent..

Confronting him was the hard part. It’d been a while since you’d seen Leon, your ex-boyfriend, and you couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing. It was him, you know now— you’ve always known — but you weren’t sure you had the heart to face him. It was you who ended it after all, you who’d sent him down a heartbreak and alcohol induced rabbit hole that could only be documented briefly through a few voicemails and delivered texts. Even after traveling all this way, burning your cash like it grew on trees, trudging through the rainy streets of this random city, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was the right decision.

You couldn’t take it. The voicemails, the messages, the audio messages full of incoherent sobs and pleads. Being away from him, the same man who’d left you jumping for joy. The same man who’d lit sparks in your chest and released butterflies in your stomach. The same man who’d smile at you in the dead of night, genuine and bright, as he told you he’d loved you a million times over. Leon, whose hands were soft and warm on your skin, so gentle and patient. Like no one you’ve ever met, your heart squeezes in your chest. Leon, Leon, Leon.

Was this out of line?

But it’s too late to turn back now, because your hand is curling into a tight fist as you knock on the fourth motel door all night. Once, twice, three times. You’re ready to back out, to run before whoever’s residing here can open the door and, most likely, slam the door in your face with a distasteful choice of words.

But the door opens.

“There’s an extra. . . Uh, umbrella by the mailbox. Looks like you could use it!” He starts, eyes sparkling despite the dim lighting and narrowed space they’re peeking from. It sounds almost rehearsed, like you’re not the first person to knock on his door tonight. And, for a reason you know all too well, the thought stings.

His eyelashes are just as long as you remember them, curled upward and batting against the thin layer of baby-fat adorning his cheeks in a way that looks dreamy and slow. Like he’s relaxed, or perhaps tired. Nonetheless, his pretty, round eyes are undeniably his and hard to miss, you find yourself at a loss for words. You’re lost in the deep pools of blue, bleeding indigo and inky black of his irises matching the recently done-over roadways in a way that feels just as fresh.

Leon looks reminiscent of a puppy, though he always has, with his thick brown eyebrows pinched at each beginning in a way that can only mimic confusion. Or concentration, even. Almost as if it’s detrimental to him that you know there’s an umbrella there for you, for anyone, who needs it. That it’s important you know— with him around— you’ll be safe. He’s barely changed since you’d last seen him in person, the moles on his cheeks and throat unmoved, soft tufts of brown hair swept to the side as normal, and pink, plump lips that curl upward in a way that’s so comforting you could cry. Leon, your Leon, who smiles warmly, lips pulled into a sweet and inviting grin as the apples of his cheeks round out. Your eyes travel to the dimple dead center of his chin, prominent and defining. The perfect place to slot your thumb, really, to hold his chin and lose yourself in his azure eyes.

Even with the pitter patter of rain soaking into your already soaked clothes, this is the warmest you’ve ever felt in the last few months. His presence keeps you warm. Kept you warm.

“Leon.” It’s all you can say, breathless as the air is snatched from your lungs and excuses die on your tongue. What could you even say? Sure, you’d practiced it all in your head before arriving— I’m sorry, I miss you, what happened to us? It’s all easier to piece together in your head in contrast to actually saying it.

There’s a routinely lean against the doorframe as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other, and he’s truly looking at you now, opposed to the clear umbrella sat taut beneath his motel’s mailbox. With a flash of lightning he blinks, freckle and mole dusted cheeks set alight for just a mere second as his breath is caught in his closing throat.

“Oh. . . It’s you,” His sharp adam’s apple bobs with an even sharper swallow, and his pinched eyebrows go lax for a brief moment before tightening back up. “. . .Okay. Hi.”

“Hi, Lee.” You mimic, awkwardly shifting to the side. Still in his casual clothes, you presume, Leon looks comfortable as he sports baggy, blue jeans and a white tank top. Almost too comfortable, the fabric straining against his chest and only ever relaxing the closer it delves by his armpits, flowing despite being trapped beneath his wide ribcage and thick biceps. There’s a heavy vein cascading around it, disappearing under his skin only to reappear by his forearms and soft hands. With pink dusted fingertips, one hand is closed around the gold doorknob of his motel room.

You expect him to close it in your face. To slam the door after telling you to leave, with anger painting his soft, pretty features until they’ve hardened into cold stone. But he doesn’t. Instead, he’s opening it a bit wider, no longer leaning on the doorframe as he extends an arm to fully open the door. To fully see you, and you swear his posture is much more relaxed after his gaze has focused on your face.

“You look,” His gaze flickers from your lips to your eyes, and suddenly you’re failing to form vowels on your tongue. Either way you continue, “You look good,” stiffening as you gesture toward his general direction. “You always do. Anyway. . .”

“Thanks,” He’s much too sweet for your liking, smiling at you like you hadn’t broken his heart just a few months prior. His voice is breathy with upcoming laughter as he steps to the side and invites you in. “You too. Y’know, without the rain.”

You’re in over your head, shuffling inside the dimly lit room with heavy steps. The front door opens directly to the small living-room, a small carton of Chinese takeout resting beside a hearty sized weight on the coffee table. What now? You came into this hoping he’d yell at you— maybe give you a reason to turn around and never look back. But he’s not, he’s inviting you in like. . . Like an old friend. The door is shut and locked with a small click, Leon’s form moving from behind you with his large hand ghosting over your lower back.

A shockwave travels up your spine when his palm makes contact with your waist, only for a brief moment. You can’t think straight, watching the muscles in his back ripple and writhe through his shirt. Chocolate tufts of hair rest at the nape of his neck, short and soft. It’s like you were running your fingers through them just a week ago, blades of freshly trimmed hair tickling your fingertips. Right there, he’s so right there, but almost completely out of reach.

“I’m sorry.” It’s all you can say, over and over, until your nose begins to sting and your eyes grow glassy. Then it’s Leon’s turn to look apologetic, hair swaying as he fully turns to face you. Really, he has nothing to be sorry for. You’re so incredibly selfish.

“I can’t,” He pauses to take a breath, and you feel your heart splitting in two. But his tone is soft and warm, tilting with breathy and almost bitter laughter. “I can’t stay mad at you. And believe me, I tried.”

So he’s willing to talk about it. Your face visibly lights up before you can do anything to mask it, every word you’ve been trying to conjure up suddenly speeding past your tongue, “I want us to talk ab—”

“So,” Leon’s face contorts into something forlorn, like he’s weaving unsavory words together in his head. Words he’s never imagined himself saying. “Does he. . . Does he, uh, fuck you good?”

Huh.

“What?” The question falls flat and sour on your tongue, much more like a blank statement than a question. You’re not sure who ‘he’ is, let alone what led to the question in general, but you’re not exactly given much time to think about it either. The brunette steps forward, wide shoulders shifting with a heavy, clothed stride. His freshly bitten lips are released from his pearly teeth, plump and glossy. Closer now, Leon still smells reminiscent of woodsy lavender and minty mouthwash. Despite how faint it lingers in the air, it somehow manages to overwhelm your senses. He smells like home.

He doesn’t miss a beat this time, long eyelashes splayed out on his cheek as he stares down at your lips, eyebrows furrowed.

“Does he?” His head tilts to the side, questioning. You’d take it as an innocent question had it not been for his lips, pulled into a tight line that reeks of jealousy. His eyes have hardened, baby blue to gunmetal gray. His shoulders relax when you shake your head, hands suddenly restless by your side. “Use your words.”

It’s usually accompanied by a ‘please?’ or ‘for me?’

A whimper leaves your lips, soft and sweet and completely unwarranted. He softens.

“I know you can do it for me,” His eye contact is dangerous, relentless as he watches you stumble over your own whimpers and words. “Can’t you?”

“No,” You swallow hard, letting the brunette trap you in his heat. There is no ‘ he ’, no one taking Leon’s rightfully earned place by your side— whether it be in bed or not. That’s why you’ve come all this way, after all. But you play along anyway, desperate to be good. For Leon. “Not like you do, Lee.”

You’re whining now, tears bubbling in your eyes for so many reasons you can’t put together. Ultimately because you need him, because you feel bad for needing him— because maybe you don’t deserve the luxury of needing him. Apologies tumble into a tight ball of hiccups and sobs, and it’s only the thumbs rubbing away your tears that bring you back. Maybe you’re apologizing for fucking someone you haven’t, lost in the role he’s given you.

“I’m just glad to see you. Glad you’re here.” There’s so much he means to tell you, so much you haven’t heard. Raccoon city, the training program he’s been recruited into, why he’s even here in the first place. Sure, maybe he’s much too forgiving. But it’s you. And he’s not letting go again. But there’s more to it, there’s more you need. Venturing out here on your own, probably without letting anyone know, you’re reckless. Acting without thinking, and he can’t have that. He can’t turn you down, not when you’re so clearly in need of a gentle, guiding hand. Not when he misses you. Leon cuts off your apologies with a small kiss, gentle and sweet enough to have you chasing after his lips when he pulls away.

Your voice sounds needy and saccharine sweet as you lean forward, breathing in his airy scent with a wispy, “Leon. . .”

“What do you want, baby?” The nickname slips before he can catch it, but you don’t seem to mind. “What is it?”

“Want. . I want you.”

“But I’m right here? His laugh is genuine this time, lips splitting into a smile as his thumb rubs smooth circles across your cheekbone. “You have me.”

His hands are on you now, giving your body small squeezes of affirmation. Leon’s much bigger than he carries himself— big hands, wide shoulders, thick thighs, sturdy chest, heavy cock. Big all over, really, despite the way he’s able to run around and disappear like it’s nothing— despite how quickly he carries himself.

The thought as you reeling, choking on a sob that earns an immediate coo in response. There’s just so much, and it’s all piling up. But Leon’s here, he’s here like he always has been, he’s here to make it better. He’s always been so good at that. He takes you out of your head, turns it into mush while you float on a cloud and beg for more of. . . Well, you’re not too sure. But you know he can feel you throbbing against his thigh, hard and needy as he shakes his head with faux disapproval.

“That your phone in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?” It’s a stupid joke you both know the answer to, so he doesn’t waste any time laughing over it. You’re nodding anyway, bobbing your head up and down with wet eyelashes— you already look so ruined.

You’re wearing too much clothes, soaked and dripping onto his floor in a way that has the man grimacing as he peels it from your body. You’re much colder than you thought, too, goosebumps trailing down your skin as his big hands rub warm, soothing shapes into your forearm. Lee’s always been like that, the type to offer up his jacket on a rainy day, the type to give you his coat on a snowy one. And you know, undoubtedly, you’d do the very same for him.

“He couldn’t reach those spots, could he?” The question is emphasized by a hearty squeeze to your behind, Leon’s hands dipping beneath your wet pants slipping under the band of your briefs to knead the plump mound of your ass. He’s grabbing handfuls, squishing the skin between fingers and spreading you apart. “Not like I can, huh? Not deep enough?”

With a soft moan you’re discarded of your pants, fists curled into the crisp white of Leon’s wifebeater. You’ll take anything he gives you and love it, but it’s you who should be apologizing. You who should feel the weight of his cock heavy on your tongue. You want the head slipping and sliding down your throat, you want your face streaked in tears and snot by the time he’s done it’s you.

Oh, how you’ve missed this. Leon’s cock is thick and sticky, pre beading at the pretty, pink tip and dripping down it’s fat head. You watch it drip, slow and shiny as it trails down his pulsing shaft. Weeping, his cock twitches with each open breath you blow against it, jumping as his balls tighten. They’re pretty and round, symmetrical on both sides, but not nearly as pretty as his shaft. Thick and curving upwards past his belly button, Leon’s cock has a sensitive vein you want to run your tongue over, trailing up from his balls to the tip, collecting the sticky precum as it falls down into your mouth.

“Pleasepleaseplease…” You trail off, eyes focused solely on the pretty, shiny head of his dick.

“Don’t need to beg, I’ll give it to you. All you want,” You stick out your tongue, cute and pink as you’re ready to suckle along the head of his cock, but instead you’re met with the warmth of his big hand gripping your jaw. His thumb latches onto your bottom lip, rubbing the soft skin as he blinks down at you, his voice smooth and buttery as he commands, “Slow and steady.”

The tip is smeared along your lips, slowly tracing your cupid's bow and bottom lip until a thin layer of pre has them glazed over and sticky. Your lips part, carrying a thin trail between them, as you finally take his cock into your mouth. He’s salty and somewhat bitter, spreading heavy along your tongue, and you can’t help but swallow around the head. His thighs tense, muscles flexing and rippling as his twitching hand finds the back of your head.

“So. . . so wet,” He’s gasping before you can fully take in the stretch of his cock, hips twisting as his eyes flutter closed. It’s been a while, you can tell, with the way they’re clenched tight and his hand is morphing into a fist full of your hair. Your spit bubbles and pools around his cock, slick and wet, sliding between the seams of your lips and dripping down your throat, down your sternum. “Those. . noises. And you’re so.. cute.”

He offers a sharp thrust that has him disappearing down your tight throat, squeezing just right along his twitching shaft. Your jaw aches the further he’s pushed inside, until your nose is buried in his trimmed, gingerbread pubes. It’s obvious he’s trying to be gentle, with the way he lets out a hushed apology for fucking your throat so deep, with the way he’s whining out a constant stream of “You’re such a good boy.”

Praise. He’s so good at it, it’s got you absentmindedly drooling and gagging on his dick. You’re eager to drag out more, running your tongue along his big, veiny cock until Leon’s throwing his head back— adam’s apple bobbing as he lets out a pleased moan. His cock is filling your empty mouth, using you like some sort of pre-lubed fleshlight with his balls slapping against your chin in wet plaps. Collecting drool, it froths between your lips and his cock, bubbly and white until it’s being rubbed along your cheeks.

“That’s it, good boy, just a little more. . .”

Gasping on his cock, Leon’s hand keeps you buried against his pubes until your throat is squeezing and contracting, milking his cock and wrapped plush around the thick head. You can feel it, each twitch and throb of his heavy cock, even when he’s cumming down your throat, sticky and thick ropes shooting down your tongue and sticking to the roof of your mouth. You want to show him. You’re marked for good, offering a few hollow sucks to his spasming cock before pulling off.

“Oh, baby,” Leon’s voice is just as hoarse as your own, eyes following the display of cum resting hot and sticky on your tongue. “Think you can do something for me?”

He leads you up with a gentle hand, wrapped around your throat until you’re sat taut in his lap, thighs on each side of his waist. Leon’s hands are impeccably soft, even as he’s pushing them past your lips and spreading the saltiness of them along your tongue with a gentle, “suck.” You’re eager to please, taking the warm digits in your mouth and separating them with your tongue. The squelches in return are loud and wet, a mixture of cum and drool leaving between the gaps of his fingers and your lips. Your eyelids feel heavy, brain foggy as he pushes them deeper into your mouth, just enough to have you gagging softly.

Then they’re gone.

In his own mouth now, he’s tasting remnants of his cum and pulling off his fingertips with a wet ‘pop!’while his free hand digs for the vanilla lube hidden somewhere in the couch.

“You’re gonna bounce on my fingers like a good boy,” both hands are at your briefs, tugging them down until there’s a loud ripping sound. Your eyes jet between Leon’s wide eyes and your tattered underwear, surprised. You’re not sure if he meant to do that, but it doesn’t matter, because your cock springs to life and jumps against your tummy. “Then my good boy’s gonna take it in his pussy. Okay?”

The question is barely registered but you’re nodding anyway, melting in the brunette’s strong embrace. His hands spread you open, one playing with the squishy flesh of your bum while the other’s slick fingers circle around your puckered entrance. With a wet ‘squilck’ the first finger is in, impossibly deep and hot as your gooey hole sucks it in further. You just can’t get enough, rocking your hips down to the last knuckle and grinding your cock against his own. There’s a sharp smack to your ass, the skin rippling under Leon’s quick palm as he groans, “Hnnh, so noisy n’ I barely started.”

His fingers have always been able to reach deeper than your own, sweet and tantalizing along your prostate as he finds it like he knows it, pressing and pressing and pressing until you’re seeing stars. He adds another, two in total, that slip past your velvety opening with almost no resistance. Usually you’d have to take a third, maybe, but he wants you to really feel it.

“Shh, sh. You hear it?” There’s another swat, stinging and loud as it hits the same exact spot. Your back arches beautifully, his fingers jolting deeper. You're quick to shake your head. “The dirty noises your hole’s makin’ while it takes my fingers?”

You’ll never get used to Leon’s cute face sputtering out such filthy words, it’s like whiplash. And you’re not entirely sure what he’s talking about, it’s hard to hear over the fog and sounds of your own babbling, but you can hear yourself answering anyway, “S’cause you fuck me so good.”

“Think it’ll be just as loud on my cock?”

“Even louder.” You whine, head falling forward into his thick shoulder as the head of his cock traces your slick, soft rim. There’s a cold trickle behind you, loud and squeaky— it’s more lube, enough to coat his cock, your ass, and then some. Enough to have the head of his cock catching on your entrance every time he slides it along your crack. There’s a soft kiss to your cheek, and a free hand creeps up your back to hold you there by the back of your head. You’re turning into a puddle, whining into the shell of Leon’s ear as his dick slides its first inch inside.

Your hole is so tiny. Even after being stretched full of his fingers, you’re gripping his cock like a vice. There’s a tiny, thin band where his head disappears into your warm hole, stretching and shining and sucking his dick further inside. You’re just so tight, sticky and inviting insides that feel like velvet around his thick, throbbing cock. Even as he tries to go slow, sucking in a sharp intake of breath through his teeth, Leon can’t get enough. His cheeks are flushed, deepening and blooming down his neck as he grips the globes of your ass and spreads them apart wide. Cold air runs along your hole, chilly enough to have you whining.

“F-hu-uuck, so tight,” He gasps, blinking rapidly as he watches your face fall into something floaty and, if he’s honest, cockdrunk. Twitching around him so much, you’re milking his cock for all it's got despite him barely being buried completely inside. Part of him wants to keep you on his tip, slipping it in and out your cute entrance until he’s shooting between the spheres of your ass, getting you sticky and hot with his cum. Marking you. “God, hhm, your pussy’s quivering around me so good…”

“Lee. . Leon, I can’t, want it so bad but I can’t. . .” You definitely can— in fact, you have. But he’s just so big, splitting you in two and whiting your brain out.

“Too much? Oh—haah— poor baby. Want me to stop?” He stills his hips, a breathless smile forming on his face when you try to take the reins. You lace your fingers with his own, squeezing hard as you rock your hips back and forth. “No? Then take it for me.”

Take it you do. Your body jerks as he fucks up into you, balls slapping against your ass and cock sliding against your prostate as sloppy, shallow sounds of your poor, drenched hole fill the room. Leon’s hair sticks to his forehead, stringy and disheveled as he whispers into your skin, grabbing handful after handful of your backside.

Beside you, his phone rings.

Leon nearly jumps out of his own skin, patting around the sofa to find his cell— trapped beneath a cushion. You don’t have time to read the Caller ID, something that begins with a ‘K’, but it’s clear he’s going to decline it. With the way he doesn’t spare a glance at you until after he’s got it in hand, and—

“Leon Kennedy.” His grip on your hips is enough to bruise, rocking your body down against his own. You can’t help but gasp, your thoughts spinning like clockwork in your head until your brain has gone light and airy like sugary, sweet cotton candy. All you can do is tighten around his dick, show Leon how much better you are than whoever’s on the phone. You can be good, you’re a good boy.

And you must’ve said it out loud, because he’s decided to busy your mouth with thick, sticky fingers. Even then, your voice isn’t nearly as loud as the wet squelching and slapping of skin against skin, his cock sliding in and out your puffy hole as lube gushes out around his dick in white ringlets. Like you’ve creamed on his cock, and if he looks close enough he can see it slip back inside with each thrust. You really are a good boy.

His fingers are hooked in your mouth, drawing pathetic sounds out of you until your eyes roll back into your skull and you can’t stop bouncing. Your thighs ache and burn but you want it so bad, your neglected cock stuttering along with your hips as he’s pushed deeper and deeper with every small ‘uh-huh!’ that leaves your lips.

“Yeah, that’s right,” He says into the phone, but it sounds more reserved for you. “Ah, yes sir. This job was. . . Christ, it was made for me!” He pulls the phone away for a brief moment. “This ass was made for me.”

His eyes are trained on you as he shoves his phone between his shoulder and ear, both hands on your hips to raise you on and off his cock. Your lip is bitten raw between your teeth, and you don’t realize he’s coaxing it free until he’s speaking, “Let ‘em hear who you belong to. Who’s that?”

“You! You, Leon. Leon.” Like a prayer, his name comes out slurred and crackly. An uninterrupted stream of titles and nicknames reserved just for him, your nails claw at his muscled back.

“That’s right, you’re mine,” There’s a hard, choppy thrust forward as he releases a hand to wrap it around your sensitive, weeping cock, “And this cock? This hole? Mine too.”

“Yeah, yeah, yours,” Clamping down on his shaft, your hand finds the small gap where his cock reappears. Your fingertips trace it, completely soaked but enough to have his balls tightening. “And you’re mine.”

“Fuckfuckfuck,” His phone falls to his side, hushed whines leaving the brunette’s strawberry lips. “All yours, whenever you want. Got that? My good boy gets to have his cock whenever he wants.”

His hand is fast and slick, his thumb running over your slit every so often just to watch the way your body convulses in response. But Leon’s sweet, he’s always been sweet to you, sweet enough to twist his fist the closer it gets to the tip. Sweet enough to tighten the grip he has around you when he gets to the base— when he can feel you’re about to cum.

“Oh, please!” With a dry sob you’re tugging at his wrist, wriggling your hips and falling back into his thick cock. “Wanna cum, Lee. Please let me cum, please.”

“Hey, hey. Don’t tap out now. You can cum for me when I say so, okay?” Your begging goes straight to his dick, pulsating and bullying the small bundle of nerves nestled in the heart shape of your ass. You can’t stop crying, handsome face covered in tears as you ride out the everlasting stretch of his cock forcing you open, just to leave you empty. Again, again, again.

You feel like molten lava, silky and warm as wet spurts of lube catch between the skin of your ass and his pelvis. He can’t take it, just as wrecked as you are when he feels his balls go rigid and impossibly full— he needs to claim you. Now.

His cum is warm— so thick and filling when he shoots right against your prostate. You’ve never felt more full in your life, your thighs lightly squeezing together in his lap as he releases your cock with one, two, three strokes. Your voice doesn’t sound like your own, loud squeals and cries of ‘Leon!’ as your cock twitches and pulses— cum leaking down his fingers as it catches along his fist. And he could be cruel, continuing to pump your cock past its limits. But instead he gauges your reaction with a few slow, experimental tugs— pulling away when your thighs start to shake a little too much.

“One more request for you, sweetheart.” He raises his hand, a slow drip of your own cum landing on his tummy. His hand is brought to your mouth, and Leon watches with an adoring coo as you lick it clean. It’s obvious you’re trying to stay present, trying not to sink too far deep into that sweet, mellow headspace he’s put you in.

“Thank you.” He says, though you’re much too tired to figure out just what he’s thanking you for. Leon pulls you off his cock despite your absentminded protests, blowing air through protruding cheeks when your rim is reluctant to let go.

“Mhm.” Your tongue is thick like molasses, eyes slowly blinking as you’re moved to sit beside him.

“Can I see, please?” He’s already maneuvering you onto your back and spreading your legs wide by your thighs and ankles, yet his pretty eyes flicker up to meet your face, almost as if he’s actually asking. They drastically brighten when you offer a tiny, well-fucked nod. His hands spread you open, watching his cum dribble from your used hole in collective globs. Makes you feel small and properly kept, you prop yourself up on your elbows as your pretty hole clenches around air.

Leon closes his eyes like he’s trying not to cream his (metaphorical) pants all over again, his thumb rubbing a sizable glob into your skin. Your legs close around his hand, holding him still as you whine.

“I know, I know. I’ll be gentle.” There’s a sweet, simple kiss placed to the back of your thigh before Leon stands, disappearing into what your lidded eyes can’t quite make out. But you know you’re whining, something about a ‘sorry’ or an ‘I made a mistake’ before his big, warm hands are back to hold onto your own.

Something wet and dripping— a cloth, is rubbed into your skin, slow and tender and later replaced by sprinkled kisses.

“Can I. . . stay, Lee?” You want to wince at the sound of your own voice, but you don’t think you have the energy to do so yet. You’re being pulled into his arms, sturdy and comforting— even with the faint smell of sex and musk damp on his skin.

“You’d be crazy to think I’m letting you go again.”

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Nothing to worry about now

Leon S Kennedy x f!Reader

Reader is in Ashley’s position. Can be read as reader insert or Ashley x Leon.

Summary: Leon had just rescued you from that godforsaken island, and the two of you had found civilisation to rest and relax in a hotel, before you both return to the U.S the following day.

Warnings: Smut 18+. Injury detail.

Words: 5.9k

A/N: This started out on a whim, I was thinking about writing something involving giving Leon a massage because god knows that man needs one and it turned into this!:)

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The two of you practically fell into the hotel room. Hell and back, that’s where you’d been. You were both covered head to toe in filth, Leon more so than you and he practically collapsed into the room as he shrugged his holster off. Mere hours ago, you and Leon had been speeding away from that godforsaken island, and watched as it crashed and burned into nothing but ash. You’d clung to him as he’d sped off further towards land in the opposite direction. You weren’t entirely sure where you were, you just knew it was safe. Civilised. People weren’t infected with a mind controlling parasite. Although, it was somewhere still in Spain, you knew that much. Hunnigan had scouted it for you along with the hotel. It was much prettier than out there on the island, although that wouldn’t be too hard in all fairness.

“Oh my god, an actual bed! With actual sheets! And running water!” You cried as you lunged for the bathroom sink, turning on the faucet and immediately washing your hands and splashing cold, clean water over your face. It felt amazing.

“You head in the shower first.” Leon said, his voice reflecting sheer exhaustion, it wasn’t a question but more of a friendly demand. You nodded, not wanting to argue. Clicking the door shut, you immediately peeled off the dirty clothes you’d been wearing for far too long. The hot water felt like bliss against your bruised and battered skin. If this was the condition you were in, you dreaded to think about the state of Leon. That poor man had been through hell to rescue you. You weren’t sure how you were ever going to repay him. Such a tremendous debt you’d owe to him forever. As much as it was Leon’s job (and as much as he liked to remind you of that) you couldn’t fathom the sheer selflessness it takes in a person to go to such lengths, for someone they don’t even know. You were completely in awe of him.

As much as the hot water and steam were heavenly after the past few days, you were very conscious of the fact Leon wanted to shower too. And God knows he was more deserving.

You hurried as you lathered shampoo in your hair and scrubbed your skin with coconut-smelling soap the hotel provided. Before, you wouldn’t have dreamed of using the hotel provided shampoo and soap but at this moment in time, it was the best thing you’d ever smelt and was the best thing you’d ever put on your body. Shutting the water off, you grabbed the large towel from the hook and dried yourself off, wrapping it around you making it into a dress before cracking open the door a little. Steam escaped the tiny gap in the door, and the air from the bedroom that seeped in felt almost icy in comparison. You peeked out of the gap, the room seemingly empty.

“Leon?” You said.

“I’m here.”

You jumped a little as Leon was resting right next to the bathroom doorway, his eyes tired but still looking firmly alert with his arms crossed. He’d been waiting outside the bathroom door like a guard dog.

“Leon, have you been standing there the entire time?” You asked, opening the bathroom door a little wider now and stepping back into the bedroom, clutching the towel that was around you.

“I’m not trying to be a creep or anything, but it’s still my job to protect you.” He responded.

You sighed, feeling a little guilty that he couldn’t relax even in what you considered to be a perfectly safe hotel room. You nodded in agreement though, knowing he was right, from what you’d witnessed, danger could be lurking around any corner. You retrieved some clean clothes from the large gym bag on the bed, given to you at reception upon your arrival, courtesy of Hunnigan of course.

Your eyes glanced over Leon’s frame, his entire body covered in bruises and lacerations and filth as he stood in the bathroom doorway. He couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, your voice hoarse. Leon didn’t respond for a second. Concern plagued his expression, his eyes cloudy. You realised suddenly what was happening. He didn’t want to let you out of his sight.

“We’re okay. I’m okay. Go take a shower. I’m safe Leon. You did your job.” You reassured him. Leon still remained fixed to his spot, and sighed deeply through his nose.

“I’m serious. Go take a shower, you stink.” You joked, unfolding a clean plain white t-shirt that smelt honestly divine. Leon rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips, one you hadn’t seen very often.

“Do you mind if I leave the door open a crack? Just so I can hear if anything-” Leon began.

“Yes. If it makes you feel better.” You respond without hesitation, desperate for him to just go take care of himself. He nodded briefly, and then backed away properly into the bathroom, closing the door but keeping to his word by leaving it open a crack.

Deeming it clear to get dressed, you unwrapped the towel from around yourself and slung it on the bed temporarily, almost eagerly starting to throw the clean t-shirt over your head. That was when the bathroom door swung open once again, and you yelped slightly as Leon paced out of the bathroom.

“Leon!” You screamed, scrambling to cover yourself with the damp towel, but as soon as Leon had exited the bathroom, he’d thrown his arm in front of his eyes to shield his view, and made a point of going straight for the spare towels near the door.

“Sorry, no spare towels in there.” Leon explained this in almost one fluid word, grabbed a clean towel and headed back into the bathroom as quick as he’d left. You were left a bit bewildered, standing there with the damp towel pressed feebly against you and your t-shirt half hanging off your arm. You scoffed as your face flamed. You threw the shirt over your head, grabbing the pair of clean underwear and leggings out of the bag and throwing them on too.

The hot shower felt amazing, but climbing into bed, the sheets crisp and the pillows soft was a whole other experience. You’d never take home comforts and luxuries for granted again.

Sighing deeply, you settled under the sheets and sank into the pillows, your body aching from the strenuous trauma of the recent week. Your eyes slowly began to close, feeling for the first time in a long time, safe. Knowing Leon was a few feet away, and the faint sound of the shower running and the softness of the sheets were lulling you to sleep.

A short while later, you were disrupted from your dozing state by the bathroom door swinging open once again. You sat up slightly, your brain a little bit fuzzy.

You were met with the sight of Leon walking out of the bathroom with just a towel slung around his hips, sitting perfectly on his waist, his skin and hair still damp from the shower. He was a sight for sore eyes, you didn’t even realise you were staring till Leon stopped and caught you.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Leon quipped, snapping you out of your dazed indulging and you felt your face flush in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. You just startled me, was all.” You lied.

“You normally stare like that at something that scares you?” Leon teased, that ghost of a smile threatening on his lips again. It was refreshing to see, you were used to a mostly serious Leon, the occasional sarcastic comment not included.

“I do when it looks that good.” You murmured, surprising yourself. Although you’d spoke very quietly, you knew it was loud enough for him to hear. You almost immediately looked away, settling yourself back down into the bed and not daring to look back up. You couldn’t believe you’d just let that slip. What the fuck did you think you were doing?

There was a silence, and you still daren’t look anywhere but the pillow next to you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it weird.” You said quickly.

“That was bold. I like it but you’re very wrong.” Leon responded.

“Wrong? I know it was wrong. I’m sorry.” You said quickly, turning yourself back over so you could see him again now.

“No, I mean you’re wrong about me looking good. You didn’t make it weird, don’t sweat.” Leon said cooly as he retrieved his own set of clean clothes from the bag. A t-shirt, some joggers and a jacket. He picked out only the joggers, and rested them on his palm for a minute before turning to look at you.

“You mind?” He said.

“Oh, sorry.” You apologised again, feeling your face flush scarlet for the millionth time as you shifted yourself onto your other side yet again, back to facing the wall and staring at the pillow. Listening, you could hear shuffling as Leon pulled his clothes on. You remained in your position, waiting for the all clear but it never came. Instead, you saw him make his way around the bed and he grabbed the two pillows next to you, before shuffling back round and throwing them on the floor.

“What are you doing?” You asked, sitting up and turning.

“Laying down.” Leon replied, chuckling slightly as though the answer was obvious.

“On the floor?”

“Yeah, you can have the bed.”

“What?” You said, aghast.

“You can have the bed…?” Leon repeated, unsure why your reaction was one of shock.

“That’s ridiculous. You’ve been getting beaten black and blue for the better part of a week, now you get your ass into this bed.” You demanded.

“I was just doing my job.”

“Yeah I get it, and I don’t care. You deserve a comfortable bed to sleep in, I mean, Christ, when was the last time either of us had a good night’s sleep? Now, come on. I insist. You need proper rest.”

Leon sighed, breaking eye contact with you and knowing that you weren’t going to change your mind anytime soon. He’d only known you for the past couple of days, but it was enough time to learn that you were as stubborn as anything.

“At least budge up to that side, I’m sleeping by the door.” Leon said, picking up the pillows from the floor and throwing them back on the bed where they belonged. You did as he asked, knowing that that was going to be something non-negotiable. You were aware it was his job to protect you, as he’d reminded you many a times when you’d thanked him, but you couldn’t not notice just how protective Leon actually was. It was in his nature.

Once you’d shuffled over, you winced dramatically at the cold side of the bed.

“I see you were keeping it warm for me.” Leon said smugly, as he climbed into your previously occupied spot that was toasty warm.

“Yeah, you’re welcome.” You quipped back, sarcastically. “I’m freezing now.” You huffed.

“That can be resolved easily.”

“Are you one of those guys that’s like a fucking sauna in bed?”

“Uhh… I guess so.”

“Well great, ‘cause I get cold in bed.” You responded, smiling as Leon returned your expression. He held your gaze for a moment, the smile faltering for a split second before he proceeded to sit up, exposing his back to you and what you were faced with could’ve made you cry.

His broad, muscular back was painted with bruises, lacerations and an array of scars. There was a bright red slash that crossed over his shoulder blades that looked incredibly painful, and all you could do was lay there and stare for a moment. Leon was oblivious of you watching the way his muscles flexed, as he moved to grab water from the nightstand.

“Leon…” You whispered involuntarily, whilst staring at his countless injuries.

“Hmm?” He hummed, as he took a swig out of the bottle and twisted to face you.

“Your back.”

“What about it? Oh- yeah. It’s no big deal.”

“It looks painful.” Your voice was still barely more than a whisper.

“It’s nothing.”

“Let me look.” You insisted, sitting up yourself now. “May I?”

Leon paused for a moment, before nodding and giving you permission to touch him. Gently, you traced your fingers on his scars and bruises, careful not to touch the fresh cut.

“There must be something we can clean that up with in here.” You muttered to yourself.

“It’ll be fine, honestly. It’s mostly healed now at least.”

“What did this?”

Leon laughed humourlessly, and you pressed your lips together.

“Right, good point.” You agreed. “At least let me get you some ice or something? It looks so painful.”

“No, I’m not letting you out of my sight. Listen, Y/N, trust me I’ve dealt with worse, and not gonna lie the shower helped a lot. I’ll be fine. Why don’t you get some sleep?”

You sighed. “Okay but the minute we land you’re getting that checked out.”

“Whatever you say.”

“I’m serious, Leon.” And you were in fact very serious. The affection you felt towards this man had grown by the day, and to see him with so many injuries, and to think they were from saving you, it made you incredibly upset. Lost in thought, you began absentmindedly tracing lines on his back, gentle as ever. Leon didn’t move, he felt his tense muscles relax under your touch, but they soon tightened again once he felt the familiar warmth bloom in his chest.

He’d been harbouring feelings towards you too, growing closer over the time the two of you had been in each other's company. But he was very aware of who you were, and the fact he had been entrusted wholly with the task of rescuing you and bringing you home safely. And not just by anyone for that matter. Leon could not, under any circumstances, make a move on you. No matter how badly he wanted to.

Or how nice your touch felt right now.

Leon’s muscles tensing under your fingertips jolted you out of your little daydream

“Are you okay? You’re so tense.” You mumbled again, removing your hand.

“Yeah… Nothing new there.” Leon laughed, again his voice devoid of humour.

“You want me to help with that?”

Leon froze again, and then cleared his throat softly, trying desperately to hide any form of emotion on his face - something he was usually good at but at this moment in time his award winning poker face was about to get knocked off the podium.

“Hmm? What do you mean by that?” He asked, in a low voice.

“Well, I’ve been told I give great massages.”

Leon breathed a silent sigh of relief, a massage. Okay. That wasn’t anything too weird. He could control himself over a massage, if you were insistent on giving him one which he had a feeling you were. No big deal.

“Oh. I’ve never had one, so I got nothing to compare it to.” Leon shrugged.

“What? You’ve never had a massage? And was that a yes by the way?” You asked all of this very quickly, a smile creeping on your face.

“Yes, and yes.” Leon chuckled hesitantly. You beamed, ordering him to turn further away from you so you could reach his shoulders properly.

“Okay, I’ll be gentle.” You hummed, as you shuffled cross legged on the bed to position yourself directly behind him, straightening your back before raising your hands in anticipation to touch his shoulders. With Leon facing away from you, the anticipation of him waiting for your touch almost killed him. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“You ready?” You asked, as your hands hesitated above his bare skin, feeling nervous all of a sudden. Leon hummed in response, and with his permission you rested your hands on his broad shoulders and began massaging deep circles into his muscles. A sigh and a low groan escaped Leon’s lips at the pressure of your fingertips on his sore skin.

“See what you’ve been missing?” You smiled, as you continued to gently work into his muscles which were solid.

“Jesus Leon, you said you were tense but my God.” You murmured to him, but Leon was lost in his own little world right now as he succumbed to your hands. Your voice, your hands, the way you felt, hell even the smell of you was driving him crazy right now. This wasn’t a good idea.

Leon tried his best to put those thoughts to the side, relaxing into your touch once more and that’s when you leaned in further, kneading into a particularly painful knot and your hot breath brushed on his skin. It gave him goosebumps and he swore under his breath.

“You okay?” You asked softly, immediately slowing your pace in case you were hurting him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m not gonna lie this feels fucking amazing.”

“I’m glad.” You smiled to yourself, bursting with pride and so happy you were making him feel good

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence as you continued to knead his shoulders until your fingers started to ache and his skin was red raw.

“Okay, now on your front.” You said, suddenly.

“Sorry?”

“Lay down on your front on the bed, I’m gonna get the rest of your back.” You explained with a laugh at the slightly baffled look on Leon’s face.

“Oh, you’re really going all out on this?”

“You bet. I’m providing a service here.”

Leon chuckled but did as you asked, which surprised you. He mostly had some objections when it came to pretty much anything that didn’t involve sitting and guarding you.

Once Leon was situated on his front, his elbows propping his head up, you swung a leg over to straddle his hips, giving you full access to his bruised and scarred back.

“I’ll be really careful not to touch your cut, okay?” You said, quietly.

“It’s fine. I didn’t expect you to be sitting on me whilst you did this.” Leon interjected, his voice, for once, full of humour.

“Hey, don’t question my methods.” You quipped back.

“I’m not, I’m not.” Leon protested, jokingly.

The sensation of your hands pressing into his skin shut him up again pretty sharpish, replacing his teasing words with soft sighs and groans. You carefully avoided any fresh looking bruises and cuts, mainly focusing on his lower back as you’d freed up most of his upper back already. The sight of his injuries still made you upset, and you questioned to yourself: why on earth would anyone do this job? I mean, of course you weren’t complaining, you’d been saved but, it was a line of work so gruelling, and filled with danger and trauma. The question burned into your brain as you scanned over every bruise and laceration, but you thought it best to keep the question to yourself for the time being, being your goal here was to make Leon relax, not interrogate him about his choice of job.

Continuing to press calming circles into Leon’s skin, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of the A/C and the odd sigh coming from Leon. Time flew by, you weren’t sure how long you’d been sat doing this but you could feel your eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

“You can stop now, your hands must hurt.” Leon said, softly.

“I am getting really sleepy.” You admitted, a yawn following your sentence as you released your hands from his skin and rolled back onto the bed next to him.

“How was that?” You sighed, tucking your hands under your head before rolling sleepily to face an uncharacteristically content looking Leon.

“Pretty damn good.” He smiled, a tired but genuine smile and it made you mirror his expression.

“Good.” You beamed, eyes almost shutting now but you were fighting to keep them open, desperate to take in every sight of the man before you.

“Leon, can I ask you something?” You said, hesitantly.

“Sure.” He replied, as he turned himself onto his back now, sighing at the noticeable relief in his back and shoulders.

“Why do you do this job?”

Leon stared at the ceiling for a moment, before lulling his head and turning to you.

“Because it’s my job.”

“I know it’s your job. I mean, why did you choose it?”

Leon waited another moment, deciding how he could phrase this knowing there wasn’t really anything he could disclose about the nature of his ‘employment’ without putting you or himself in danger.

“Let’s just say, I didnt choose it.”

“Oh, like the job chose you or something? You one of those?” You teased, but the way Leon’s expression didn’t falter from a serious stare as his head lulled back towards you told you he wasn’t joking. He was deadly serious.

“You mean like, you were forced?” You asked, so quietly you were almost whispering now. You took Leon’s lack of response as a ‘yes’. What on earth could have possibly happened to this man, that he was forced to do something as harrowing as this for a living? A month ago, you wouldn’t have believed there could be such evil in the world. Presently, you didn’t need to ask further questions to get a rough idea of what Leon’s predicament was. You’d witnessed enough insanity and cruelty to last you a life time, and certainly enough to know that whatever Leon had been through had to have been horrific if it meant he was bound to this for life.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could manage, in a whisper as you tried not to let emotion overtake you. “You deserve so much better.”

Leon looked back at you, his blue eyes piercing but his expression, as always, was unreadable. Yours on the other hand, well he could read you like a book.

“Hey, hey. Don’t get upset. No need for that.” Leon shushed as he turned to face you, putting a hand behind your head and pulling you gently into his chest. “What’re you crying for?”

“Nothing, I’m fine. I just, feel so bad.” You sniffed as you pulled away from him gently, slightly embarrassed that you were crying.

“Why?”

“Well, because you’re just a wonderful person Leon, and to think that you didn’t get a say in… in this. Well, it just makes me sad.” You explained, through teary eyes.

“Listen to me, it is what it is. I make the best of it, y’know? There’s always a silver lining, to everything. Like, if I wasn’t doing this job, I wouldn’t have met you.”

You eyes shifted back towards him, looking up at him through wet eyelashes, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“You mean that?” You said.

“God, yes. I know I don’t say much but, I think you’re incredible, Y/N. And hell, I’d do all that again twice over if it meant I got to meet you every single time.”

You were shocked into silence for a moment, unable to speak as you processed the words he was saying.

“Really? You’d go through all of that again?” You managed to respond.

“Well…” Leon jokingly looked upwards, placing a hand under his chin feigning deep thought.

“Hey!” You nudged him gently, and he immediately started laughing and you giggled with him.

“No but seriously, I mean it. You make it worth it.”

Stunned into silence once again, you simply stared into his eyes, flitting between his own crystal blue gaze and then subconsciously to his lips.

“I’m sorry, that was probably too much.” Leon let out a small humourless laugh, rolling onto his back again and resting his palm on his stomach.

“No, no, not at all.”

“Listen, Y/N-“

“No, you listen.” You interrupted him gently, and propped yourself up on your elbow. “I like you Leon, a lot.”

He turned to look at you, it was his turn to look shocked now, his famous poker face finally slipping.

“You do?”

“Yes.” You said, firmly.

“No, see, I’m flattered, and I like you too, but-“

“No but’s, you like me and I like you, let’s leave it there.” You said quickly, a small smile forming on your lips and not wanting anything to ruin this moment.

“But,” Leon continued, and you felt your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. “Your dad trusted me in saving you. I can’t be interested in you in that way.”

“But… you are.” You stated.

“Yes… but that doesn’t mean to say I should act on it.” Leon countered, his tone annoyingly sensible.

“And what about me? Don’t I get a say in this? Can’t I, act on it?” You responded, your tone soft and teasing but you were also deadly serious beneath the facade. You wanted Leon so badly it hurt, and after all, what’s stopping you once that plane lands in the U.S and you’re returned safely home to your father? Mission accomplished and you’re no longer the objective, right?

You explained your thoughts aloud to a listening Leon, minus the wanting him so bad part.

“I hear what you’re saying, Y/N, I do. But I don’t think your dad would take too kindly-“

“Oh stop. Listen, I know my dads the president and all and he’s meant to be all big and scary but at the end of the day, he’s just my dad. And he’s gonna be absolutely thrilled to see me home safe and alive, and I for one won’t be letting him forget who brought me home… safe and alive.” You anunceated the last two words prominently, taking in Leon’s expression as he digested your words.

“He’s going to be indebted to you for the rest of his life.” You continued to press.

“Okay, maybe, maybe, you’ve got a point-“

“I know I do!” You interjected.

“But I still don’t think it would be allowed.” Leon finished, and you sighed dramatically, before leaning closer to him and saying lowly.

“I’m the president’s daughter, I’ll make it allowed.” You leaned back and grinned, taking in a slightly wide-eyed Leon.

“Okay. Let’s make a deal, we get back to the U.S, we get all dressed up, and I take you out for a nice dinner, how about that?” Leon proposed.

“Yeah, I think I’d quite like that, Leon.” You smiled, softly.

“Settled, then it’s a date.” He smiled back.

“You gotta seal the deal now.” You teased.

“Oh, we can seal the deal all night if you want to.”

“You’re so stupid.” You laughed as you closed the gap between you, finally tasting his sweet lips which you’d been craving. You’d made him yours.

3 weeks later

You’d lost track of time at this point, words failed you as you came for the fourth time on Leon’s tongue alone. He was relentless, his fingers gripping your thighs so tight it was bound to leave bruises. There was no chance of you closing your legs, he was going to have all of you and he wasn’t stopping till he was satisfied, you’d discovered this within the first week of the two of you dating.

Back arching off the mattress, you felt another orgasm building in your lower stomach, your mouth falling agape as nothing but strangled moans and gasps left your lips. Leon was taking in your every move, he’d learned more or less what you liked by now, what spots to suck harder and where to be a little gentler, but there was still so much to learn, so much to explore with you.

He dipped his tongue inside you, hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars and that was enough to push you over the edge. You fell silent this time, mouth staying open as your orgasm crashed over you and pleasure flooded through your body like electricity.

“Fuck! Leon.” You almost shrieked as you fell back on the mattress, desperately pushing his head away from overstimulation but his grip wasn’t relenting.

“Such a good girl for me.” Leon murmured against you, his tongue already brushing over you ready to start all over again.

“I can’t…”

“Yes you can.”

“No, no Leon…” You breathed desperately trying to catch your breath.

“Please let me touch you instead.” You tapped his forearm, signalling you wanted him to fully stop and he did as you instructed. A very simple gesture but something the two of you had established early on, it was important especially to Leon, that you felt wholly comfortable when you were intimate together.

“Thanks.” You breathed, absolutely fucked out but desperate to return the favour. You knelt on the bed, shuffling towards his now standing form and pulling him into a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

Reaching between the two of you, you palmed his hard length through his boxers, before eagerly slipping your hand inside and gripping him with your palm. Leon groaned at the skin on skin contact, immediately bucking his hips into your hand. He was rock hard, tip dripping with pre-cum as an attestment to how much eating you out turned him on. You moaned softly into his mouth too, just drawing pretty sounds out of him like this pleasured you just as much.

“Get on the bed. Let me take care of you.” You ordered softly, and Leon obliged, taking off his boxers. He laid down in the middle of the bed, splayed out for you, his cock pressing on his stomach. You climbed back over to him, kissing down his stomach before reaching where he needed you the most. You licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, and he groaned lowly and dropped his head back into the pillows.

You wasted no time before you took him fully in your mouth, using your hand to pump what wouldn’t fit. You twisted your palm around his length and bobbed your head in a rhythm that drove Leon crazy. Taking the time to swirl your tongue around the tip as you reached the top everytime, something you’d noticed he loved.

“Fuck baby that’s it.” Leon praised, his voice low in his throat in a way that caused heat to pool between your legs.

“Keep going, just like that for me.”

You continued working his cock, drinking in his every reaction and sound. He was very responsive, which was refreshing and quite frankly so hot.

You were like each other in the way you were both desperate to please, desperately eager to learn the others needs and wants.

Leon pulled you off of him with a groan, and your mouth made a popping sound as he pulled you off his cock and guided you towards his mouth. The kiss was passionate, one which he domineered as he tongue entered your mouth and he worked his fingers into your hair.

“Please, Leon. Please I need you to fuck me.” You begged pathetically.

“Relax, you’ll get what you want.” Leon breathed between kisses. In one fluid movement, you were on your stomach with your face pressed into the mattress and he was lining himself up with your entrance, teasing you.

He knew this drove you crazy, you bit your lip till it practically bled and you gripped the sheets, refraining from begging further. He still wasn’t moving.

“Leon…” you whined.

“Mhm?” He responded casually, cluelessly, whilst he continued to tease your soaking entrance.

“Stop fucking around, just please…”

The teasing stopped for a brief second, and you rejoiced in thinking you were getting what you wanted, but you were met with a palm hitting your ass cheek with a hard slap causing you to yelp.

“You wanna ask again sweetheart? Nicely?” Leon said as he massaged the skin on your ass that was now bright red.

“Please Leon, please fuck me.” You breathed again, your dignity out the window as you ached for him. Leon didn’t need to be told twice before he pushed inside of you, causing you both to moan out as he bottomed out. He began moving almost straight away, giving you a few moments to adjust to him before he was pounding into you at an unrelenting pace. You gripped the bed sheets desperately, each thrust sending you forward on the bed causing you to grip the sheets harder. You were a mess of moans and whines, repeats of his name spilling from your lips like it was the only word in your vocabulary. Leon’s hands were grasping your hips firmly, guiding you back onto him as he cock dragged in and out of you.

“Oh god, more please.” You cried out, desperate for him to go deeper, if that was even possible. Leon adjusted himself slightly, and slowed his thrusts down for a moment causing you to whine further from the lack of stimulation. You weren’t disappointed for long however, no, Leon couldn’t have that. He thrust back into you with force, his cock hitting your sweet spot with such vigour it made you cry out. He repeated the same movement, over and over again, slowly dragging his cock out and then slamming it back into you again.

“You like that better?” Leon murmured.

“Mhm.” Was all you could muster along with a frantic nod of encouragement, fearing he might stop if you didn’t like it but equally not being able to fully verbalise through your relentless moans of gratification. Leon chuckled to himself quietly, watching how you come undone around his cock like this never failed to amaze him. He loved it.

The familiar coil in your stomach wound again, tighter and tighter with each deep thrust before it snapped once again. You saw white, pleasure taking over as you writhed beneath your boyfriend and your pussy clenched and fluttered around him. This was enough for Leon, the sight of you going dumb on his cock was one thing, but feeling how your pussy clenched and pulsed around him pushed him over the edge. His hips stuttered and he emitted a low groan from his chest, before he pulled out and finished on your back.

He collapsed shortly after by your side, grabbing you a towel from your earlier excursion and cleaning you up so you could flip on your back too.

“Oh my god.” You sighed, your limbs resorting to jelly. Leon laughed breathily, catching his breath back as he rest a palm on his toned chest.

You both lay there for a moment, catching your breath and bathing in the aftermath of your highs.

“I’m so glad they sent me to save you.” Leon said after a second, turning to face you, his gaze on yours.

Your expression immediately softened at his words.

“I’m pretty glad they sent you too.” You smiled. Leon pulled you in and kissed you gently on the forehead.

“We should get some sleep, big day tomorrow.” You murmured against Leon’s chest.

“Big day?”

“Yes, you’re going golfing with my Dad, remember?” You reminded him.

“Oh, yeah. Almost forgot, cause that’s not terrifying or anything.”

“Shut up Leon, he loves you. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Leon sighed, pulling you closer and tighter to his chest.

“I know I don’t, I’ve got you now. Nothin’ to worry about anymore.”

#Leon Kennedy #Leon s Kennedy #Leon Kennedy smut #Leon s Kennedy smut #Leon Kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x fem reader #Leon s Kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x Ashley Graham #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #re4r #re4

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onmyyan · 1 year

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You know those silly porn plots where the person gets stuck in something and then gets boinked to all heaven. I'm just thinking about Ashley finding a poor darling stuck in between a broken fence while helping out around the farm and can't help himself. I mean yeah sure, you might not get a hand right away but you'll get something better.

I mean darling was going to be sore after helping around anyways. Right? Right.

-🎂

The way I have two similar requests like this for Ashley y'all so nasty I love it TW FOR YANDERE DUBCON Feedback is welcome and appreciated NOT EDITED

"Ash? Is that you?" He hears your sweet voice call out to him from the barn, he takes wide heavy steps to get to you faster, not liking how uneasy you sounded, it was another hot summer day out on the farm and you'd insisted on helping him out with his chores so he could be done sooner, acts of kindness like that are part of the reason Ashley fell for you in the first place, as of right now he was just your good friend and neighbor, but he so desperately needed more from you, he years to cross that line and push your relationship where it's meant to be, he was a good, honest man, he helped everyone he came across and he just wanted you, the universe seems to agree, blessing him with quite the sight this fateful afternoon.

You've somehow managed to wedge your plump body between the pen of one of his more rowdy sheep, Betty.

He watches you hungrily, blue eyes trained on your perfect ass, his hands balled into fists as he watches it jiggle, wiggling back and forth as you tried to squirm out of your predicament, your tank top had been caught on a nail when you'd gotten stuck chasing Betty out of harm's way, the dirtied white shirt lay in scraps around your waist as your bare, soft looking back arched in a way that had all his blood rush south, his dick stirring in his jeans as he coughed, alerting you to his presence.

"You alright there sweatpea?" He asks, shamelessly eyeing the curves of your body, the way your thick thighs pressed together as you fruitlessly struggled, you laughed, he could tell you were embarrassed, "Oh thank God Ash! Betty gave me the runaround and I managed to get stuck in here, can you help me?" You giggle at your own clumsiness but Ash doesn't have it in him to laugh, his brain wracked with images of you, none of them platonic, he doesn't respond for a second, unable to speak as he furrowed his brow, his cock straining painfully against the front of his jeans.

He's trembling in place as his pent up desire and longing for you came to a head, he couldn't get his mind off the lewd scenarios playing behind his eyes, he swallows thickly, sweat beading down his brow as he begins to pant.

"You hurt?" He manages to ask, stepping close enough where you could feel the fabric of his pants, his large frame hovering above you, "No, I'm okay, just completely embarrassed." You laugh it off breath hitching when you hear him drop to his knees behind you, you can hear his breath pick up a bit, his voice heavy with something dark, something that had your thighs clenched together.

"Thats good.." he trails off, "Real good." He swallowed audibly before placing his hot, big hands on the meat of your round hips, squeezing the flesh experimentally, "I'ma get you outta' here just hold steady..." he trails off as if in a trance, his hands pawing at your short clad hips, as if he was trying to find the best angle. "That's it, be still f'me." He grunts out softly before tugging you backwards by your hips, his eyes roll back at the sweet, surprised mewl that leaves you, "Woah- hold on-" you say beyond flustered as you felt his intimate hold, your hands gripping at the stray pieces of hay on the inside of the pen, he was just trying to help, but the way he felt against you, the tremble in his voice, how electricity ran up your body from where his hands firmly gripped you, it had your face burning hot and your breath quickening.

"Gotta try and pull you out suga'." He says, his tongue poking out in concentration, he repeats his actions, pulling your thinly clothed core directly on his aching cock, this time he gives a slight grind, huffing at the whimpers it draws from you. "You really got yourself in a jam there didn't ya' sweetie?" He says sounding more flustered than you,

"Uh-um Ashley? What are you doing?" You manage to utter out through your fluster, your voice having a slight whine as you felt him grind his massive hard on into you, your brain was still trying to rationalize his actions, surly the modern cowboy wasn't taking this chance to rut against you like an animal in heat.

You felt him nip at your exposed back playfully, he leaned as close as he could, tugging you back faster, humping against your ass like a teenager who couldn't contain themselves, "Little minx," he growls against your skin, abandoning any pretense of helping you, "if you wanted to drive me wild you didn't have to go so far as to get your pretty," he rolls his hips with a grunt, "-tempting, little body so nice and stuck f'me." He chuckles darkly as you buck and mewl against him, the friction absolutely delicious as he grinded against you, panting and sweaty, his cock begins to leak pre against his jeans as he huffs and grunts like a wild animal.

"I di-didn't! I swear!" You tried to defend yourself but it fell on flat ears as he only pulled you into him harder, the seam on your jean shorts dug into your clit with everyone thrust.

He stops his motion, you open your mouth, confusion on your face when he's suddenly hooks his fingers around the band and yanks your shorts and panties down to your knees in one quick move, he wastes no time burying his face in your slick folds, moaning obscenely as he finally gets to taste you, he inhales deeply shuddering at your delectable scent, god how he'd dreamed of this exact moment, you taste better than he'd ever imagined, he shakes his head shoving his large tongue as deep inside your twitching hole as he could, his big hands spread your ass cheeks apart, giving him more room to feast, he moans into your trembling pussy, lapping at your honeyed essence like a man starved, your cries of surprise and pleasure had him rutting against nothing, desperate for some relief for his aching cock.

"Fuck!- oh shit Ashley wait- hold on-" he ignores your pleas, almost feral for the nectar gushing down his throat, he didn't stop until you were dripping down his chin, moaning almost as loud as you as he pulls away with a pop, you can't see his face but he looks positively debauched, his tan skin red and drenched in your sweet cum, his hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead, his pupils blown wide with lust, only a thin ring of blue left as he drank in the sight of your still twitching pussy.

"There we go, good girl." He praises kissing up your thighs and back, you heard the telltale sound of a belt buckle being undone as he moves with certainty. "Keep still for me now." He says under his breath, slicking up his fat cock with spit, he gives no warning before pushing the weeping head past the tight ring of your entrance, the growl that leaves him is drowned out by your loud cry, he was spreading you so much and it was just the tip! You fisted the hay before you, whining as he grabs your hips again, "Ease up now- there we go, relax baby, it'll fit." The words do the opposite of reassure you as he presses forward, pulling you back onto him with a lewd squelch, he moans loudly as you sink down to his balls, his abdomen tightens, clenching at the molten heat from your cunt, the way you wrapped around him , how your body seemed to shape around his massive girth, he gave a choppy breath, groaning as he began to pound into you, the force of his thrusts shaking the pen so hard you feared it would break.

He was like a man possessed, growling and biting at any skin he could, his balls slapped against your gushing pussy with every one of his brutal thrusts, "Take this dick, take this fuckin' dick sweet thing" he grunts against your skin, his pace now so hard it knocked the breath from your lungs, you weep against the barns dirty floor as he sends you hurdling off the cliff straight into the abyss, your eyes clam shut as you're forced to take every inch of him, you feel him pulsing inside you as he breathes raggedly, "Fuck- oh fuck that's it baby, cum on this dick." He spews the filth as he moves a hand from your hip to rub fast little circles on your swollen clit, you come all over his cock, squirting around him so hard it drenches his blue jeans dark, with a deep growl of your name he reaches his own high, shooting hot load after load into your womb, his whine makes you clench around him, the sounds of your hard panting echo throughout the barn. With a simple move Ashley moves the pen and gently pulls you from your position, finally freeing you, he held your back to his still heaving chest, holding your fucked out form close to him, with a happy sigh he leans against the wall of the barn, your barley conscious form curls into his warm chest, he tilts his hat over his eyes and holds you close, allowing himself a moment of rest before he fucked you good and proper.

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere #yandere x reader #Ashley Hunt #Ashley Hunt x reader #Onmyyan OC's #thirsty Thursdays #tw dubcon #yandere smut

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yourgentlegirlfriend · 1 year

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Hi!

This is so strange but im so tired of reader getting jealous of Ada.. what about reader being so confident in their relationship she just looks at Ada and her only remark is “cute dress. Where did you get it? Forever 21?”.

And man… LEON EATS THAT SHIT UP AND GETS SO!!!!!

just a quick disclaimer!! I love ada and me making it lil attitude and stuff doesn’t mean i hate herrr, loved this idea!!

It’s short and simple! But it was fun to write<3

Leon was beyond tired, his arms growing sore and his chest growing tight due to the fact that he still couldn’t find Ashley. His shoulder pushed the door in, a little cool air from the open window smacking him in the face causing him to hum as he walked to the back of the room, groaning at the sight of another puzzle piece of a door. He went to turn around but was rudely interrupted by the sound of a gun clicking.

“You can stop right there, Leon.”

Ada wong. Though she was beautiful, Leon’s anger towards her grew after finding out to much. Yet he willingly threw his gun to the ground, the noise being heard all the way from the hallway. Your ear was pressed against the thin wall of the room, your pistol in hand as you listened to the two bicker at each other before hearing the sound of Leon groaning and another gun dropping.

Ada had Leon’s knife in her hand, pressed at his throat with her sly little smirk. They must’ve not heard as you walked in the room, pulling at the safety of your gun, pointing it at the two.

Both of their eyes shooting to you. Leon didn’t know you’ve been following him, all the small things you’ve done to keep him and Ashley safe. Chris doesn’t know you left either, leaving a letter on his desk mentioning that you needed at least a week of vacation time.

A soft smile grew on your face as you tilted your head at the two, shooting the wood between the two allowing Ada to let go of your boyfriend.

“Ada, how have you been?”

Your voice was sarcastic as you kicked her gun further across the room, grabbing the knife from her hand and handing it back to Leon. Ada’s eyes rolled as she looked at you, then at her nails.

“Just surviving..”

Ada spoke as she looked you up and down, shrugging then looking at Leon.

“Wow Leon, you really did score didn’t you?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you gripped at your gun harder, Leon now standing in full beside you.

“You look amazing, Ada. Still wearing that forever 21 outfit, no?”

Ada put her hands up, staring at you two in silence. Mentioning how you could just leave Ashley, then winking at Leon letting him know that he could definitely receive a better welcoming the next time she saw him before she walked out the wooden door.

Your gun rested down at your hip, pushing it into your holster before feeling Leon’s gaze on your neck, you turned to him, your hands reaching up to fix the belts across his chest.

“I knew I saw you, at the church.”

Leon spoke as he stared down at you, reaching to hold the back of your head before he kissed your forehead softly. He then groaned, reaching down tugging at his pants, making you stand back, laughing as your jaw slacked open.

“Leon Kennedy did me saving your life turn you on?”

You gasped as you reached to push in the finished puzzle of the door, Leon’s face growing red as he reached down, his hand smacking at your ass. You yelped swatting his hand away.

“We have things to take care of, Mr. Kennedy, let’s go find the presidents daughter, yes?”

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy imagine #ada wong #leon kennedy smut #ashley graham #leon kennedy x reader #re4 x reader #re4 remake #re4 ashley #re4 leon

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makimakimi · 1 year

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Guys I want to be fucked by Leon and fuck him too but, could you little whores stop writing just nsfw about him?? I want ANGST, I wanna be so fucking sad that the tears just roll down my face without even noticing. I WANT TO BE HEARTBROKEN, I WANT LEON BREAKING MY HEART IN THOUSANDS PIECES AND THEN JUST PATCH IT UP BECAUSE HE LOVES ME AND HE’S JUST AFRAID (sorry) (I’m delusional)

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𝐋𝗼𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 + 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝗼𝐧𝐬: 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 (PT. 1)

Characters Included: Ada Wong, Alcina Dimitrescu, Albert Wesker, Ashley Graham, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Ethan Winters, and Finn Macauley.

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𝑨𝒅𝒂 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒈;

—> Ciswoman (She/Her), Bisexual w/ no preference

✞ Gift Giving: God, this woman loves to spoil her significant other. Anything she sees and think they'll like? Boom, it's bought within a second and being taken home to them as soon as possible. Did you mention something? Boom, next thing her partner knows is that the same thing is on their bed with a little note. What's the point in having someone to love if you can't shower them in things they want?

✞ Physical Touch: It may not be full blown cuddling most of the time, but small subtle touches. The kind that leave a person wanting more in seconds. Ada loves having that charm on her partner, but of course she's a sucker for some hugs from behind and kisses. It really just depends with her, but she loves it regardless.

𝑨𝒍𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑫𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒖;

—> Ciswoman (She/Her), Lesbian/Sapphic

✞ Gift Giving: Considering she is filthy rich and quite literally a lady of an entire castle, she'd like to spend some time pampering her significant other with all the things she can give them. Anything they mention wanting around her she'll find a way to acquire, even if it means a limb from one of her many maids. She'd do anything to get her partner's eyes to light up (within reason) and happily watch them as they get excited over the gifts. What can she say, she likes to spoil her baby.

✞ Quality Time: Alcina LOVES to spend time with her significant other. It doesn't matter if it's a small dinner with them, them sitting with her whilst she plays piano, etc. She loves the idea of being in the same room as her partner and having her full attention on them (and vice versa). She may be able to live a long time, but depending on the circumstances, her significant other may not be able to and she wants to have every moment with them. Don't get her started on if anything bad happens either, she just wants good memories with her special someone.

𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝑾𝒆𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒓;

—> Demiboy (He/They), Pansexual

✞ Gift Giving: Another gift giver, Wesker is not good with words, and he definitely does not like being touched. He's a powerful being, and why not show that he can do whatever by getting his significant other whatever they want?

✞ Quality Time: He's a very busy man, and if he likes his partner enough to actually be with them, then might as well spend time with them. His idea of quality time is quietly sitting in a room while both people are doing their own things. What's more ideal then spending time with your significant other and getting work done?

𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒎;

—> Demigirl (She/They), Straight

✞ Gift Giving: Ashley is the presidents daughter, so she's bound to come from a wealthy family, why not spend some of that wealth on her partner? Gifts can range from expensive jewelry to expensive dates even. Though, I feel like she'd also like making little trinkets for her special someone.

�� Physical Touch: Ashley would be a very touchy person, always holding her partner's hand, giving them small pecks on the cheek, etc. She loves to show affection to the ones she loves, and is shameless about it. She does know there's a time and a place though, and if they want space she'll gladly give it to them (with a bit of a pout).

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒔 𝑶𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒂;

—> Cisman (He/Him), Pansexual

✞ Physical Touch: You cannot tell me this man wouldn't be touchy, he would be all over his significant other. He would have an arm draped around their shoulders, and arm around their waist, etc. If him and them were at home he'd be laying on them in their arms. He just loves the feeling of contact, it assures him that they're real and there, which puts a smile on his face just thinking about it.

✞ Acts of Service: Carlos would do anything to make his significant other's life easier, even if it was just by a little bit. The thought of lifting a weight off of his partner's shoulders when they're exhausted or have no motivation to do something makes him happy. It makes him feel useful, he thinks of it as a way to pay them back for putting up with his smart ass all the time.

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅;

—> Cisman (He/Him), Bisexual/Demiromantic/Demisexual

✞ Quality Time: Chris has been through a lot, and has lost a lot of people. He can't get the thoughts out of his head that something bad is going to happen to his significant other, so he wants to make every second count. It doesn't matter how, him and his someone could be in the same room, quietly doing their own things even. He just wants to have enough time with his significant other before anything can get in the way and cut that short.

✞ Words of Affirmation: Sometimes he just needs to hear from his special someone that they aren't going to leave. As I said before, he's lost a lot of people, most of them being very meaningful to him. He can't bear the thought of another person leaving, so hearing the words come out of his significant other's mouth in sincerity helps soothe his nerves, even if it's just a little bit.

𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅;

—> Demigirl (She/They), Omnisexual w/ a preference for women

✞ Quality Time: Claire thinks making memories with her special someone is extremely important, and what better way to do that other than spending time together? Whether it be a little date night or just laying in each others arms and conversing, she cherishes every moment of it. She likes seeing her partner happy, it makes her happy to know she's doing something right.

✞ Words of Affirmation: Claire loves praising her significant other, whether it be something as simple as a "I'm proud of you" or an "I love you". She wants them to know she loves them, and words are definitely a good way to do that. Expect her to shower her special someone with compliments and praise as much as she can.

𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔;

—> Cisman (He/Him), Bisexual w/ a preference for women

✞ Acts of Service: Ethan would quite literally go through hell and back to make his significant other happy, so why not do simple things to make their life easier? He likes doing things for people, and he loves his partner so they're a prime target off that. He takes no protests, especially if it's something so simple he could do it in like five minutes.

✞ Physical Touch: I feel like Ethan would be the kinda guy to walk up behind his significant other while they're cooking, and give them a long hug from behind. He'd come home from work after a long day and just wanna lay down with his partner and embrace them.

𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒚;

—> Transman (He/Him), Omnisexual w/ a preference for men

✞ Acts of Service: Finny here would do anything for his significant other. Similarly to Carlos, it helps him feel useful when he makes your life easier. Since he did a lot of the C4 work for his BSAA team, he just kinda got used to doing things for people too. It's a win/win for him, he gets to keep his brain active and some of your needs get met.

✞ Gift Giving: I feel like Finn would love to give his significant other little trinkets he sees or finds, or little things that reminds him of them. He likes to see the smile on their face when he comes home with a little gift for them. It warms his heart and he can't help but smile too. He also loves to give them things with a lot of sentimental value, whether it be something related to an inside joke, or something they mentioned a while back.

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𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: None Currently

A/N: Comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

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will-of-dumpsterfire · 2 months

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#Spotify #heartlocket #leon scott kennedy #Leon Kennedy #re4 #resident evil #ashley graham #leon x ashley #Leon Kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #Leon Kennedy the SONG let’s fucking go #support this artist!!!#BRG #leon kennedy smut #where are my Leon girls ??? reblog this pls

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senseichaos · 3 months

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IMAGINE:

Andrew petplay, being his perfect little puppy who listens to his every command with bated breath and a small smile.

He'd pull on your fake tail. He'd stretch you over his lap and stroke your stomach like a dog. He'd make you wear a collar with his name strewn on the centre.

Living with his sister was hard, though. She'd always burst with anger whenever she'd witness this sort of intimacy between you and Andrew.

One day, Andrew asked you to go please Ashley. Go lick her pussy and listen to her commands. She'd use you well too, she'd let you lick her nice and soft like, pulling on your hair tight as you do so. She even rewarded you! She fingered you rather skillfully and dragged a euphoric orgasm from you.

And she took a nice shower with you, cleaning your whole body and leaving a single hickey against your neck.

So maybe living with Ashley wasn't that hard anymore. Even if Andrew and Ashley's relationship to you was... far from normal.

Whatever made Andrew praise you, and whatever made Ashley pull on your hair like that again.

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NOTE:

So my last Andy and Leyley post got a lot of likes so I decided to do another. Please if you want more posts like this let me know! And if you want, leave a Drabble req (learn more on my drabble req post) in my ask box! Thank you! I'm thinking of making a full length oneshot based on this concept.

#proship #senseichaos #antishippers dni #proship fanfiction #senseichaosdrabbles #tcoaal smut #tcoaal fanfic #andrew graves smut #andrew graves x reader #ashley graves #andrew graves #ashley graves smut #ashley graves x reader #tcoaal x reader #lesbian smut #lesbian #bisexuality #implied lgbt

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cozybunny211 · 3 months

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╭୨୧ : ASHLEY — nsfw alphabet ! ★

a ⤖ aftercare (how she is after sex)

So soft. She'd start getting clingy and going close to you to receive her cuddles and headpats after sex. Some habits she would do is that she runs her small hands through your hair softly while she's either sitting on top of you or when she's under you

b ⤖ body part (her favorite body part)

On herself; she likes her legs. She likes having them around your waist while you're fucking her until she's senseless. Apart from her legs, she also likes her thighs, so soft under your calloused hands, imagining that she squeezes your head with those precious thighs

On you; your lips. She could just kiss you for eternity, she can be at peace, for a while, if you're able to taste her, to feel her tongue against your own. To feel her absolute need for you as you leave her a whimpering mess. You can tease her beyond belief, promise what else you plan to do to her later, all with a mere kiss

c ⤖ cum (anything to do with cum)

This little one is prone to being sensitive and easy to 'break in' through. She'd often squirt a lot when you're going fast and rough on her. And for sure she loves cumming in your mouth, anything that has to do with your mouth against her pussy, she's happy

d ⤖ dirty secret (her dirty secret)

She wouldn't be an 'cute and purehearted maknae' if her secrets we're known, would she? There's always filled with mysteries that are kept as a secret to Ashley, which means that even you, her most dearest, her most beloved, will never know her secrets

But one thing is for sure — she does love dressing herself up as she said it herself. Ashley is very into visuals, also meaning that it can be adorable too; specifically thigh-highs, either transparent or just plain white. Skirts and dresses are her #1 clothing items + lingeries may work too, lacy fabric of her choice

e ⤖ experience (how experienced is she?)

She may probably had 1 lover from the past, but she isn't really experienced in it. Though she does know a lot of stuff and mechanisms about these, so she may be good at it

f ⤖ fav position (sex position)

She's always down for any position she'd like to try out at the moment

But if she had to pick her favorite ones; either her riding you/cowgirl or missionary

g ⤖ goofy (how she acts in the moment)

Her soft & cute giggles are often common when she feels nervous if you're getting worked up on her, but it gets quite serious most of the time, just save the laughs afterwards when you're finished with her o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

h ⤖ hair (how groomed is she?)

Always makes sure to keep herself clean and well-groomed, to keep the experience more fun and comfortable for her and you

i ⤖ intimacy (how passionate is she?)

very, VERY, romantic, though sometimes would be 10× kinky if she's really feeling the mood in the moment, but most of time, she's romantic

j ⤖ jack off (how often she masturbates)

Only when she's alone at the dormitory and where no one can hear her there... unless if she feels like to get caught ?! ⊙△⊙

k ⤖ kink (one or more)

Obvious? — daddy kink

It's this 1 kink that's always on her mind. She prefers to be with a partner who's older than her, and that truth is always on her mind. She could just call you “daddy” while you fuck her senseless, pulling her hair and telling her what a good little girl she is for you (≧—≦)/

l ⤖ location (fav place to do it)

As usual, preferably on a bed in her room. A comfortable and cozy bed is always enough for her to enjoy the experience, she could just stay on her bed all day, vulnerable and all submissive for you

m ⤖ motivation (what keeps her going)

Praising. She really LOVES being called a ‘good girl’ during the moment, it just only makes her want to submit to you more and obedient once you have commands for her

n ⤖ no (something she would NOT do)

Anything painful or that could hurt her feelings is always a no for her, as much as she is sensitive. Like degradation, sadist & masochist, and anything beyond those, it's just not right for her

o ⤖ oral (giving + receiving — is she good?)

Prefers receiving, as much as she does prefer your lips; feeling her thighs squeeze around your head as you lick deep into her cunt is as close as you'll ever be to Heaven. Your lips and teeth know how to tease and excite her clit, and you can easily make her climax several times with your mouth alone

She also wouldn't mind giving head too when she's asked or told to do so, seeing her get on her knees, with you against her mouth is a sight you consider a treasure, something precious

p ⤖ pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Often fast and rough most of the time, but she takes her time with you. There are times when you want her so much you can’t be slow, and all she can do is whine as you fuck her like you own her. Seeing you lose your calm demeanor, your control, because of her is a delight all in itself for her, though

q ⤖ quickie (her opinion on it + how often they happen)

She doesn't like them and wishes she could spend more time with you when she's busy with her group or other important stuff. If she is going to get done, she is going to get done right

r ⤖ risks (is she willing to experiment, does she take risks, etc.)

As much as she is a curious and gets interested it in, she's willing to experiment and try it out, even if it's quite a little risky to do so

s ⤖ stamina (how long can she last?)

she can last 2 rounds, sometimes when she's feeling very needy she may feel like she wants more but she knows she couldn't last long. But if she's really feeling in the mood at the moment, maybe she can last 3-4 rounds ~(＾◇^)/

t ⤖ toys (does she use/own any?)

Probably doesn't use/own any but doesn't mind using one on herself if she's interested to it

u ⤖ unfair (how much does she tease?)

If she's feeling that bratty and playful by the moment of the day, she could tease a lot just to get a reaction out of you. Oh it would be a fun yet dangerous game to play, huh? ><

v ⤖ volume (how loud is she + what noises does she make?)

cute and loud, high-pitched and whiny. She's one of the best vocals of DREAMDAY and has a great amount of vocal range in her singing. But the sounds she makes in bed are much different than that... ＼（〇_ｏ）／

w ⤖ wild card (random headcanon for her)

she often likes to take pics of herself posing adorably though maybe a little lewdly at the same time and would send them to you while you're busy working with other stuff that could make you just want to come back to the dorm and give Ashley the attention and cravings she needs by the day (☆^ー^☆)

x ⤖ x-ray (what’s under her clothes?)

Just a little pussy, nothing more would sometimes get wet but not certain... ><

y ⤖ yearning (how high is her sex drive?)

average ; 1-2 a week

z ⤖ zzz (how quickly does she sleep after?)

would get tired easily after having sex with you and fall asleep quickly in your arms to cuddle with you, not as much as she sleeps late at nighttime as an nightowl herself

#dreamday #dreamday smut #ashley scenarios #ashley smut #ashley x reader #ashley x you #dreamday ashley #𐐪♡︎₊˚ ― cozybunny211

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mrswint3rs · 3 months

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𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐩𝐭𝟐 (ladies version)

Includes links for the following ^ + the Dimitrescu

Mostly girl on girl stuff (a few of these are 3d of them) lmk if i accidentally reused something 😭

Ada [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] [Link 4] [Link 5]

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Claire [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] [Link 4] [Link 5]

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Ashley [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] [Link 4] [Link 5]

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Jill [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] [Link 4] [Link 5]

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Sheva [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] [Link 4] [Link 5]

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Alcina [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] (i cant rlly find stuff that makes me think of her idk)

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Bela [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] [Link 4]

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Cassandra [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] [Link 4] [Link 5]

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Daniela [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] [Link 4]

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myfavoritesstuff · 20 days

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Hi, How are you doin?

May I request a fluffy cuddle scenario/oneshot with Andrew where they're talking before drifting off cause both of them have a bit trouble sleeping? Hmm.. and maybe a little nsfw at the end? Thank you!

“Yes, We Really Do”

Pairing: Andrew Graves x Reader

Prompt: Falling asleep isn’t always easy, but don’t worry, Andrew is there to help.

Note: This does have smut! Ooc Andrew (a bit). This is kind of short but I probably will rewrite it later and make it longer. NOT PROOFREAD

The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting a warm light over the figures nestled under the covers. Andrew Graves, with his tousled hair and sleepy eyes, lay on his side facing you, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Can't sleep?" he whispered, his voice a soothing balm in the quiet of the night.

You shook your head, the day's worries still buzzing like distant bees in your mind. "It's one of those nights," you admitted, feeling the weight of exhaustion without the sweet release of sleep.

Andrew reached out, his hand finding yours under the sheets, fingers intertwining with a comforting familiarity. "Let's talk about something nice then," he suggested, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand.

You thought for a moment, the presence of Andrew beside you already easing the tension in your shoulders. "Remember the day we spent at the beach last summer?" you started, a fond memory surfacing amidst the sea of thoughts.

A soft chuckle escaped Andrew's lips. "How could I forget? You were determined to build the biggest sandcastle the shore had ever seen."

"And you were determined to help, even though it kept collapsing," you added, the memory bringing a smile to your face.

The conversation flowed easily, each word a stitch in the fabric of your shared comfort. As the conversation fades into comfortable silence, you lean your head against Andrew’s chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. His fingers start to trace gentle patterns along your back, sending shivers down your spine. You snuggle closer, seeking comfort and warmth in his embrace.

After a few seconds of listening to his heartbeat, you look up. Andrew’s eyes sparkle with love and adoration as he leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips. Then another. And another. And another. You giggled a bit as he kept lightly kissing you, moving from your lips to all over your face.

The more he kissed you, the more intense the kisses became. Each one lasted longer than the previous one, and each one had a bit more passion to them. His breathing soon became strained, as he whispered to you.

“I know something that would help us sleep”

You immediately knew what he was referring to and became flushed but you didn’t pull away.

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Your walls clenched, as you felt him grinding against you. Slick coaxed your entrance and you felt yourself start to lose focus on what was happening. He seemed to notice and called out to you.

“Hey, keep your eyes on me, okay?” You nodded just as he slipped into you. His thrusts had your breath hitching while he groaned in pleasure. You tried raising your hips, only to have one of his hands push your hips back down. “Let me do all the work tonight. You deserve it.”

He then leaned down and placed wet kisses against your chest and collarbone causing you to shiver. His kisses soon traveled upward, and he ended up placing a few along your jawline.

His thrusts soon became more frequent, each one having both of you grow closer to the end. Exhaling in short breaths, you wrapped your legs around Andrew’s waist pulling him even closer to you.

Your vision then became blurred as you felt yourself release, crying out when Andrew’s thrusts didn’t stop. “You feel so good” Andrew’s voice cut through the air, “you don’t know what you do to me.”

“Andrew” you called out his name, looking directly into his eyes, “make me yours.”

With that he let out his own sound, one that was as sinful as it was beautiful. He then pulled out leaving you to flinch at the feeling.

Wrapping his arms around you, you let out a pleasant sigh as he pulled you in.

“How are you feeling now?” He asked, voice gentle.

“I’m good, I’m happy that I got to spend tonight with you like this.”

“Me too… me too.”

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“Ugh! Andy! Y/n! Why did you guys have to next to my room?!” Ashley called out in frustration. You were standing next to Andrew as he tried to explain.

“Y/n had trouble falling asleep and besides where did you expect us to do it? Out in the living room?” As the two bickered back and forth, you giggled at them, causing them to look your way. Andrew’s eyes softened and he smiled as he turned to give you a hug and kiss on the cheek. Ashley just groaned and looked away in disgust.

“You really love each other, don't you?” The two of you looked at each other and smiled.

“Yes we really do.”

#andrew graves x reader #andrew x reader #andy and leyley #the coffin of andy and leyley #andrew and ashley #ashley graves #tcoaal #fanfiction #fanfic #smut #fanfic smut #request #andy graves #leyley graves

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ellieanddinacanlitstabme · 12 days

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#ashley johnson #ellie williams #critical role #the last of us #cr fearne #ellie williams tlou #tlou #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams pictures #ellie x reader #candela obscura #blindspot

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auntabysmal · 1 year

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Señorita

Luis Serra x F!Reader

Summary: You were supposed to be helping Leon and Ashley with a task but a certain Spanish man interrupts you

MINORS GO AWAY AND GO LOOK AT SOMETHING MORE FAMILY FRIENDLY!🔞

Warning! Very Nsfw!! Content includes: oral sex (male receiving), swearing, squirting, creampies, suggested piss kink, praise, and Luis being way too hot as usual, one mention of y/n, might also have some grammatical errors

You were supposed to be boarding up the windows on the second story of the stone house in the village, emphasis’ on supposed to be. Hunnigan had called in a chopper but since it was severally storming outside there was no way for the helicopter to land safely in the area. So you, Luis, Leon, and Ashley decided to fortify the the small house you were in and wait it out.

Leon and Ashley were busy boarding up the windows and entrances on the first floor while you and Luis would board up the second. You had barely started when Luis cracked a flirtatious comment to you,

“A señorita like you looks so good doing handiwork.” He purred in your direction.

You were putting a nail into the wood and rhythmically hammering it to the wall. The small comment made your cheeks burn a light pink. Was he really trying to flirt at a time like this?

“I’m sure I do, now please help me with this Luis, this will make my arms ache if I do this all by myself!”

You pouted to him, hoping that it would be enough to get his ass to help you. But it didn’t, instead Luis walked slowly over to you, the color on your cheeks was getting darker as the hot Hispanic man can closer to you. God he was hot, but you weren’t going to tell him that. Not when you could already tell he had a inflated ego. The older man whispered into the shell of your ear,

“I could make your arms ache another way…..señorita…….” He smiled deviously at you.

That’s when minutes later you were on your knees, taking his cock into your mouth. Gagging and sucking on it like your life depended on it. Luis was uncut so every once in a while you would pull his skin back and lick his head throughly and generously, you haven’t been with a man like Luis before so you found it interesting to be sucking his cock like this. Luis pulled his hair back and out of his face, huffing out a small,

“S-Señorita……fuck!….You really are putting that snarky mouth of yours….to good use!”

With a small wink at him you snaked your hand up his thigh and cupped his balls, giving them light squeezes and tugs. You had discarded your pants a while ago and with your free hand had snaked it down your panties, a whine escaped your throat as you pinched your clit, the sound sending vibrations straight to Luis’s cock.

He could feel his orgasm approaching so he pulled his cock from your throat, a string of saliva connected your lips to the tip of his cock. You whined in protest as the feeling of him filling you was lost. You wanted more of his cock, more of his body, more of him in general. Luis pointed his finger upwards, understanding what he meant you pulled your hand from your panties and stood up to him. In a swift motion he turned you and pushed your body against the wall.

Lips connected to your own and he started giving you a sloppy kiss, both your tongues fighting for dominance, but obviously Luis was winning. He moved from your lips down to your neck, nips and kisses peppering over your skin. You absolutely loved the feeling of his stubble tickling your soft skin. He finally breathed out, “I couldn’t cum in your mouth, I want to save it for your pussy, Princesa.”

At that sentence you could feel your pussy throb, fuck why did you have to be so hot? So unbelievably charming? And that thick Spanish accent had your legs feeling like jello. No wonder you were about to fuck him. A hand on your leg pulled you from your daydream as you felt Luis lift the appendage up, placing in on his hip. You were feeling cheeky so you jumped up and wrapped your other leg around Luis’s hip. His hands on your ass and the wall on your backside being the only things keeping your body up.

Luis grunted as your semi-clothed pussy make contact with his cock, you placed your hands on his shoulders as he started to hump at your wet mound. You choked out a whine and shyly protested, “L-Luis! Please don’t tease…..just fuck me already!”

“Don’t worry princesa, you’ll get what you want, but you look gorgeous when I tease you.” He smiled that dumbass charming smile that you loved.

If he was going to rub at you, you were going to rub back. Your hands trailed down his shoulders and to his chest, feeling every muscles through his jacket and shirt. The man gasped when you snaked your hands under his shirt, feeling at his prominent surgery scar that he had shown you, Ashley and Leon earlier during that day. The scar was sensitive, but it wasn’t uncomfortable for you to touch. In fact it sent a surge of pleasure right to his cock. It felt amazing having you touch him like this.

That touch was enough to have him slide the crotch of your panties over and slowly insert his cock into your warm, wet cunt. You gasped loudly before Luis put his ring clad hand over your mouth, whispering to you,

“Be careful mama, you wouldn’t want Leon and Ashley to come up and spoil our fun eh?”

You lightly shook your head and heard a quite “good girl” come from Luis. He began to slide all the way into you until he bottomed out, he was getting used to your cunt wrapping around his cock like a perfectly fitting glove. One slow thrust out still had you quietly whining until he slammed himself into you, to keep yourself quiet you smashed your mouth into the crook of his neck, crying into his skin as he thrusted at a fast rhythmic pace.

The hand that was once on your mouth now grabbed onto your breast, massaging at the clothed flesh before delving under your shirt. He felt that you weren’t wearing a bra. No bra when it was cold and wet outside? How lewd of you.

“Lu-Luis! Please!” Your voice was muffled in his skin. “It’s so much! Fuck your so big!”

“Don’t worry Señorita, you can take it, your doing so good for daddy.”

One could feel something building up inside you, your orgasm was approaching fast and especially when his cock shifted to hit right at your g-spot, but there was something else too. It felt was if you needed to use the bathroom, to pee to be exact. You hadn’t felt like this before, not when you usually masturbated by yourself.

You pulled yourself from his neck and cried out, “Luis! Something’s wrong! I-I feel like! Oh god!”

He cooed into your ear, trying to calm you down, “don’t worry mama, don’t worry, just release all over my fucking cock.”

A few more thrusts had you squirting all over his dick and onto the crotch of his jeans, every time he would pull out a gush of clear fluid would shoot out of your pussy. It didn’t stop until after a couple of minutes. Your face couldn’t have been more red from embarrassment. You were under the impression that you had just pissed all over Luis.

He stopped after a few more thrusts to check to make sure you were still with him, he pulled you from his neck but you didn’t look in his direction, you were too embarrassed to look at him. You muttered a string of sorries to him and his face twisted in confusion. You hadn’t done anything wrong, the exact opposite of that.

“Señorita? What’s the matter?”

“I……I just pissed all over you.” You uttered.

“Pissed? No…..no sweetface, you squirted…….guess you’ve never had a man get you to do that huh?”

“……I’ve never done it in general….”

He chuckled at you. “You poor thing, your pussy has been so neglected eh? Your lucky to have a charming prince around.”

“Hush you!”

“Well if it makes you feel any better even if you pissed on me I’d find it hot, anything that comes from that pussy of yours is incredibly sexy.”

“You’re too sweet Mr. Serra.”

He started thrusting hard again, his cock twitched at your words. He could feel his own orgasm approaching and you starting to whine again was not helping it either. Small hands had intertwined with his dark brown locks as you pulled back lightly on them.

At the sensation Luis ended up cumming, spraying his seed deep into your womb, painting your walls white with the sticky, warm fluid. Your second orgasm crashed through your body as you ended up squirting again. Unfortunately it caused you to cry out loud, but at this point you didn’t care who heard you scream out in pleasure. Zombies could’ve heard how loud you were but you didn’t give a fuck.

Seconds later both of you heard Leon from downstairs shout to Ashley,

“Just stay there!”

Leon bolted up the stairs, thinking that you had been hurt or attached by an enemy. Gun in his hand he pointed it at both you and Luis, only to then stare wide eyed at your semi naked body up against Luis’s. Cock still in your pussy Luis finally pulled out and Leon watched as the cum slipped out of your pussy and onto the wooden floor. He put his gun down after seeing that.

Ashley then came running up the stairs behind Leon, her voice was shaking as she yelled out, “Leon?! Luis?! Is y/n okay?!” Ashley then paused when she stopped at Leon’s side, covering her eyes and letting out a small squeak as she saw you and Luis.

Luis chuckled darkly before shrugging and putting your legs down to the ground. “Guess our fun time is over now, Señorita.”

#nsfw!!!!!!!#resident evil #re #resident evil 4 #re4 #re4r #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 luis #resident evil luis #luis serra navarro #luis serra #luis serra x reader #luis serra x f!reader #luis serra smut #leon kennedy #ashley graham

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